In your stairwell the bulbs are always smashed. Apparently that's how someone

In your stairwell the bulbs are always smashed. Apparently that's how someone hides an insides turned inside out. Though that's stupid. Those are the old century's clichés: it's just that in the sky everything shows and it's far too bright. And the people below, underground, play hide and seek — in a sterile, washed clean of troubles, metro car. The masks keep silent and clamp gloves tightly in their teeth. You're it, and it's hard for you to find your own flaws, when all communication is infected.